I kept wondering, while I rode today, what the title of this entry should be. In the end I decided on a location related title. The whole meaning of the subject line refers to the fact that I am spending the night in Wendover, NV/UT and will be visiting the legendary Bonneville Salt Flats at …

Quick update. I have been pretty tired at the beginning, and the end of the day. I am headed from Ontario, Oregon, to Wendover, Utah / Nevada today. This gives me a target that us dear to my heart, the legendary salt flats. Last night I discovered that the gas cap is not always sealing …

I had a hard time getting up today. This is the pattern now every morning. Leaving the sleeping bag’s warmth, and energizing myself for the day is getting harder and harder. Once I was up and packed, I decided to take breakfast in Houston, BC, instead of the town next to the campsite. After a …

My plan yesterday was to leave Dease Lake and make it to Houston, B.C. I checked out early in the morning, and I was on the Cassiar again. This highway makes me think of the Natchez Trace, in that it cuts North to South through a set of amazing forests. The Cassiar definitively left the …

I woke up at the campsite hearing this uncomfortable sound. Toc. Toc. Toc. Dawg. It was drizzling. This meant another day of packing a wet tent, and riding in the rain. To top it off, as soon as I got out of the sleeping bag, I felt the cold air hit me. This meant I …

It has been now three days since I have written. I believe the last time I reported, I had gotten the news that the BeMWu was ready and I could pick it up in the morning. So I will pick it up from there. The day was rather radiant, and I walked over to the …

Yep, why leave it in suspense. I was asked to call the Anchorage BMW dealership around 5:30 to get the diagnosis and news. I called right on the dot, but Thomas, the guy in charge, was busy with a customer. I called again at 5:40, and he was still busy, so I left a message …

The plan for the day was to be writing this blog entry from Homer, after having reached Anchor Point, the Westernmost point in the continent, reachable by continuous road. The result of today is quite different. I am instead writing from a Motel 6 in Anchorage. Fifty seven miles north of Anchorage, and a few …

Finally, today I rode into Alaska. The day started just south of Whitehorse. Over night, a couple of showers came down, but in my tent I just heard the rain fall, in the middle of my midnight sun slumber. I packed up and set off. Whitehorse is a lot bigger and more developed than I …